Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in woman pins man. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, woman pins man.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “woman pins man” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with woman pins man,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “woman pins man” baptism imaginable.